The Family
Business
“Mum? Mum, are
you in the closet?”
“Of course not
dear I’m out and ready,” Olive Homes said as she stood in the doorway of the
inner office. She was in her early sixties, with blonde hair that was platted into
two pigtails. She was also wearing a pair of glasses, the frames looking owl’s
eyes, over her blue eyes.
She was wearing
a fitted jacket and skirt which had a green floral print over a black material,
and her legs were in a pair of tight-fitting high tan leather boots with a
three inch stacked cork heel and wedge sole, and a detailed front to the shoe.
Coral Homes
looked over and smiled as she saw her mother standing there. “Not the banana
print pants today?”
“What sort of
woman do you think I am,” Olive said as she looked at her forty-year-old
daughter. Her brown hair was tightly styled and framed her face, while she was
wearing a cream-coloured short sleeved jacket and knee length skirt, her feet
in a pair of golden sandals.
“I won’t answer
that today,” Coral said as she shook her head and looked at the front page of
the Daily Mirror. “Where did you get to last night?”
“Out where is
not important,” Olive said as she adjusted her glasses.
“I thought Bibi
was meant to be the wild generation.”
“You’re as
young as you feel, Coral.”
“Or as the man
you feel?”
Olive just
shook her head as she went back into her office and sat behind the desk, Coral
standing behind the front counter in the shop outside. She heard the bell on
the door ring, and looked up as two men walked in. Both were smartly dressed,
wearing dark suits, white shirts with black ties, highly polished black shoes,
and black bowler hats.
“Good morning
gentlemen,” she said as one of them stood by the door, “can I help you?”
“Oh most
assuredly Am I right in assuming you are Olive Holmes?”
“No I’m her
daughter Coral. Can I help you?”
“Oh I think you
both will,” he said with a smile as Coral looked at what he was holding in his
gloved hand. “Now, I do hope you are ready for some fun “
“Who was it,”
Olive said without looking up as the office door opened.
“Someone who
wishes you to look up, Mrs Homes.”
“And why would “ Olive looked up to see Coral in front of her but her arms
were behind her back, and her chest was forced up and out, the top button of
her jacket almost ready to burst open.
It was the
smartly dressed man behind her, who was aiming a pistol at Olive, which took
her full attention however.
“Ah I see you
wish to discuss something with me a little forward in your approach however.”
“Well, we do
like to make a point, don’t we?”
“Mum!” Coral
was twisting round as the second smartly dressed man walked in and went behind
Olive, taking her hands behind the back of the chair she was sitting in before
she felt the rope rubbing on her bare wrists.
“We are an
estate agent,” Olive said as she felt the ropes being tightened, “we have no
money or anything in our offices.”
“But you do
have some things of value,”! the man said as he stood behind Coral, watching as
the second man wrapped rope round Olive’s body and chest to hold her firmly
against the chair back. “Nice jugs, by the way.”
“I beg your
pardon!” Olive fumed as she saw the way her chest had being forced up and out
by the ropes holding her to the chair.
“Wedgewood, if
I am not mistaken,” he said as he walked Coral round to look at the display
cabinets, the pottery items arranged on the shelves. Olive calmed down a little
as the man knelt down and took her ankle against rh
chair leg, using more brown rope to hold the two together as the rope squeaked
by rubbing on the leather.
“I thought you
were “
“Oh you are
both very handsome women as well,” the man said as he turned Coral round, Olive
seeing the bands of rope that were holding her elbows and her wrists together
behind her back, and then made her kneel down on the
floor, before he knelt down and started to bind her ankles together.
Olive tried to
move, but her legs were held tightly against the front legs of the chair as the
man used more rope to hold her legs together and to the seat of the chair. She
then gasped as he grabbed her chest in his hands and started to massage them.
“Don’t do this “
“Oh be quiet,”
he said as he pulled the handkerchief from his jacket pocket and stuffed it
into Olive’s mouth, the edges sticking out as he returned to playing with her
chest.
“Leave my
mother alone!”
“You need to be
quiet and focus on what you are ging to do,” she heard the man in front of her
say, and then she looked round as he lowered the opening on his trousers.
“No..”
“We have some
time to pass,” he said quietly, “and I want you to be useful, so do what you
know what I’m going to ask you to do without any more complaints.”
“But “
“Chrrhhldhntlhtthmhrtuh “
Coral looked
over at her mother as Olive felt her breasts firming up, and then nodded as she
slowly turned and gently kissed the man that was in front of her. She then put
her lips over the top and pulled back, looking at the man as he put his gloved
hands on her head.
“Go on and then
when you are done, we make sure you stay where you are “
She slowly nodded
as she took his cock into her mouth and began to work her tongue round it,
feeling it throb as she started to bob her head to and fro. She could feel it
expand, the throbbing intensify as she tried not to cry and bobbed her head
forward and backwards.
“Whhdhthsthhsss
“
“Yu need to
accept we are in charge here,” the man kneading Olive’s chest said as he opened
her jacket up and slipped her hands under her bra cups, and she closed her
eyes, praying the way she was responding would not be noticeable to him.. She
could feel the fire between her legs, and the slight dampness, as she closed
her eyes.
Coral could
also feel the intensifying of the throbbing on her tongue as she sucked and
worked on him, knowing she truly had no choice as she felt the jerk and tasted
the salty pre-cum. Closing her eyes, she prayed nothing worse than that would
happen as she felt the pulsing and prepared herself.
When the flow
came, it was swift and strong as she tried to swallow as much as she could, and
heard her mother’s moans suddenly intensify before she fell silent. Her head
was being held firmly in place, so she had no way of seeing what was happening
as the flow went down her throat, until the grip was released and she moved her
head back, coughing slightly as her binder knelt and used his handkerchief to
wipe her mouth then stuffed it into her mouth, before he tore a length of brown
sticking plaster form a roll and pressed it down over her lips.
He stood up and
fastened his pants before he tossed the Elastoplast to his partner, Olive
feeling the pull on the skin round her own mouth as she watched her daughter
being made to lie on the floor, her bound ankles pulled back and secured to her
elbows.
“Now, we had
best get to work,” the man said quietly as he walked to a door that led to the
rear of the shop and then said “ah we were expecting you. Come in, and keep
those hands in the air.”
Coral rolled
onto her side and said “nhhphlssnthrrr” as a
twenty-year-old woman was forced to come into the inner office. She had long red hair which fell down the back of her cream cardigan, and
she was wearing black top with a brown miniskirt, and knee length black go-go
boots over her hose covered legs.
“Mum? Gran?”
Trixie Home
looked at the two older women as the armed man said “don’t worry we just need
to keep her secure. Come over here, and keep those hands where we can see them.
You need to get to work.”
The second man
nodded as Trixie walked slowly over, looking at the other two as the man turned
her round, and then pulled her hands down behind her back. She felt the rope
rubbing on her wrists as they were held tightly together, and then gasped as
more rope was passed round her upper body and pulled tight, her arms forced
against her sides as her chest was forced out and framed by the two growing
bands.
“Phllssdhntdhhtthr,” Coral aid as she twisted in the chair.
“I don’t think
either of you are in a position to do anything,” the man said quietly as he
pulled the bands tighter and then turned Trixie round, feeding another length
of rope under the bands between her breasts and then taking the ends through
the centre loop and puling tight before he tied and let the ends drop to the
floor.
“Mum?”
“Bhbrrrhffmhlhf,” Coral said as she watched the man walk
behind Trixie, and then reach between her legs, pulling the rope back and up as
her skirt was hiked up. Trixie could feel the rope rubbing her between her legs
as it was tied off, before her nose was pinched and white cloth stuffed into
her mouth.
She heard the
ripping sound and then felt the tug around her lips as the Elastoplast was
pressed firmly down, before the man made her lie face down on the floor, and
she felt her ankles being forced together, hearing the squeak as rope and
leather rubbed together.
Her ankles were
then pulled back and Trixie squealed as her ankles were tied to the rope
between her legs, before he sat on the desk and looked
at all three.
“Patience
relax, enjoy the time,” he said with a smile as all three looked at each other,
too scared to move.
Olive could see
the sun was setting through the open door and the front window as the second
man came back, carrying a large canvas bag which jingled as he walked.
“Excellent no
problems?”
“No they
behaved themselves.”
“Excellent -
ladies?”
All three of
them watched as the two men walked out of the front door, waiting before Trixie
started to struggle nd try to get the ropes free.
“Hrxhhsehshswhturhdhhn “
“Bhthehtthghtfhrrhhmhmm,” Trixie said as she thrashed
around, and then both Olive and Coral heard the low moan before the youngest of
them said “Hmmghdhddwhtthhphnnhthmmhhh.”
“Thrxxhxhchlmdhnn “
“BhtthhwhttthghthffhrhrrhHHHNNNHHHHHH!” Both women watched
as Trixie started to shake and then threw her head back, her cream loud even
through the gag as she felt an orgasm for the first time. As she calmed down,
Olive managed to roll herself over and somehow get on to her knees, before she shuffled
over to kneel behind her mother.
“Hnnnhhhh “
Trixie watched
as Coral looked at the knots holding Olive’s upper body in place, and then
pressed her cheek against her mother’s hands, rubbing as she did so. Olive
looked behind her, and then started to rub on the edge of the sticking plaster
that was over her daughter’s mouth, Coral trying to help as well as slowly,
slowly the edge started to come away from her skin.
It seemed to
take an eternity before Olive was able to get a grip on the edge, holding it as
tightly as she could as Coral twisted her head round, trying not to show any of
the pain he was feeling as the Elastoplast was peeled away from there until it
hung on her mother’s fingers. She then spat out the cloth and coughed, before
she said “Trixie, I know you are panicking, but please unless you want it to
happen again, lie still and wait until I can get your grandmother free.”
Trixie nodded
as Coral looked at the knots, and then started to work on them with her teeth
as they all hear the distant sound of sirens
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